A/N: Special thanks to my nea for helping me.
Just wanted to clarify: this is seventh year, and Voldemort has already been destroyed. Dumbledore is still headmaster, and Snape teaches Potions. Lupin teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts, and is steady with Sirius. That'll come in later. I may even write a scene of the. ;3
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Draco's POV
The next morning, I wake up late, and have to run to Potions because I've already missed the first few minutes. I accidentally slam into the door as I arrive, falling and spilling my books. The whole class turns to look at me, and Snape stops mid-lecture. I thank my lucky stars that he's my godfather; if I had been any other student, it would have been my neck, and my reputation for a start.
Still, shame colors my face up to my ears as I scramble to get my books and mumble an excuse. Snape shows mercy by continuing his lecture and twenty some sets of eyes one by one pulled away from me. But as I reached for my Astronomy book, I feel my hand brush up against someone else's. I glance up instinctively.
It's Ron, and he's smiling at me sweetly. We lock eyes for a minute before I realize I'm staring at him. I swallow and pick up my books hastily before going to my seat.
It proves to be exceedingly difficult to concentrate on the lesson today, and I jumble down notes to make it seem as if I'm actually paying attention. But the whole time, all I can think about is Ron. I glance over at him when Snape turns his back, and I see that he's taking notes as well, his left hand resting on a pile of his belongings.
Thu-dump. He has my book sitting on the top of the stack.
I look back at my paper, dipping my quill in my ink and spilling a bit on the parchment. I don't want this to get complicated. I'll get the book back from him at the end of class and be done with it. Quick and clean.
But after we're released, there seems to be a slight change of plans. He makes his way towards me as I'm gathering my things, and he stands a few steps off. He's obviously being careful, as if he'll make a wrong move and I'll vanish into thin air.
"That must have been embarrassing earlier." He's sympathetic, and it seems genuine. "I was going to help you, but you were done before I could."
"It's alright. Thanks, though." I avoid eye contact and readjust the way I'm holding my things.
"Anytime." I glance up to see him smiling still, and neither of us know what to say for a moment.
"You left this," he says, offering my book along with a friendly smile.
I look at the book for a moment. "Thanks," I manage, and reach to take it.
But as I do, he steps towards me and pulls me closer to him in a swift movement. "You can talk to me, Draco. Just say the word and I'm all ears." He smiles, seeing the double meaning behind his words before going serious again. "Honestly. Just talk to me. Please."
Before I even have time to react, he lets go and turns around to leave. My heart seems to be attempting to work its way up and out my throat as I use shaky legs to walk out of the class.